The gladiatorial battle lasted for a long time, from evening until dark, and the colosseum was lit up all around, and countless lights reflected the gladiatorial arena as if it were day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the other side of the gladiatorial arena, the white dove sneaked out with the people of the Black Magic City. They quietly assassinated the guards and fled to the streets.

"The program was very successful. The white pigeon laughed.

"Dad, how did you get me out?" spoke the rescued son of the white dove, Bai Yu.

"I've got a substitute for the dead. This man is born with the ability to control the wind, and the ability to save life is first-class, let him fight with the lion-headed snake, the lion-headed snake will definitely attack the heart, and it will definitely go berserk in its rage, which will bring chaos to the scene, and it will be much simpler for us to escape while the chaos is in chaos. The white dove looked proud.

"To be able to fight with the lion-headed snake, he should be a malleable talent, my father sent him to die in his place, isn't it a loss for my Black Magic City?"

"Do you hear that? This is my son, who is in a desperate situation and still thinks about the Dark Magic City. The white pigeon patted Bai Yu's shoulder and showed off to the hundred people beside him.

The people next to him nodded yes.

"Yu'er, the substitute ghost I found this time is actually the son of the former Spirit Wind City City Lord, although he has unlimited potential, but he has developed and poses a great threat to our Dark Demon City. And this son has never received orthodox magic education, that is to say, there is no offensive ability, when the lion-headed snake reacts, only need to drag this son to no mana, then the kid will die, so we don't have to worry about him falling into the hands of the blood worship city. The corners of the white dove's mouth turned up, revealing a grim smile.

"I see. Bai Yu nodded.

"Alright, let's get out of here. The white dove touched Bai Yu's head, and then waved his hand, and hundreds of people sneaked into the dark streets again.

Inside the gladiatorial arena, hundreds of beams of light hit the lion's face, casting countless shadows on the yellow sandy land. The lion-headed snake roared furiously, seemingly uncomfortable with the lights. After the rampage just now, the lion-headed snake was visibly exhausted, and was sitting cross-legged on the sand to rest, while desperately shaking its head to get out of the light.

Seeing this, the Child of the Wind also fell from the sky, regaining his magic power little by little.

"What's the matter? Why are you all sitting down?" the king straightened his head and looked disapprovingly at the battlefield.

"I'm going to give that brother a break, too. The prince straightened his head, and seemed to adore the Son of the Wind, and looked at it in the same posture as the king.

While the king was fascinated by the view, the Dharma God turned his head to look at the moon crown and said lightly: "Moon crown, do you remember what I said? ”

Yuemian nodded and said, "I see." ”

"There's not just one event, tonight belongs to you. ”

Yuemian was stunned for a moment, then frowned and thought for a while, then nodded, "Yes." ”

"Go ahead. ”

The moon crown recited the mantra in her mouth, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air. The king and prince were so focused on the field that they didn't notice the crown. Suddenly, the lights went out, and the arena went dark.

"What's the matter?" cried the king, startled, "the guards." ”

The head of the knights had already appeared behind the king and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, king. ”

The king grinned, he looked at the Dharma God beside him, and said, "Dharma God, if I, the head of the regiment, fight, I may not be worse than you. ”

The Fa Shen smiled painlessly, and the head of the regiment looked at the Fa Shen and did not speak.

The son of the wind in the gladiatorial arena was also startled, originally seeing that the lion-headed snake couldn't stand the light, he dared to blatantly meditate in the gladiatorial arena, the sky suddenly darkened, and a pair of green and faint giant eyes stared at him, making his heart beat twice the speed.

It's over, it's over, this gladiatorial arena is going to kill people. The Son of the Wind was secretly cold, and before he could enter the battle state, the lion-headed snake could not hold it back, and rushed over, biting the Son of the Wind with a huge mouth.

The lights suddenly went out, distracting the Children of the Wind, and at this time, the Lion-headed Snake found an opportunity to prepare to kill with one blow, but the Children of the Wind were already unable to dodge. He even began to wonder if there would be any chance of life if he dodged the dense fangs and went straight into the belly of the lion-headed snake.

At the moment when the Son of the Wind was in turmoil, the lion-headed serpent that rushed over let out a heart-rending roar and instantly deviated from its direction. Surprised and delighted, the Son of the Wind dodged the lion-headed serpent that had missed the attack. At this moment, a pair of hands were pinched by the throat of the Son of the Wind.

"Don't move. A soft female voice came.

The Son of the Wind immediately steadied, spread his hands, and made a harmless gesture to humans and animals.

"Use this knife and stab it seven inches. ”

The Child of the Wind suddenly felt the oppression in his throat disappear, and he felt incredible, and the harsh light instantly shone in. The Son of the Wind was surprised and did not come back to his senses, but the lion-headed serpent beside him fell into madness.

The audience had no idea what was happening, only the griffin's scream, and when the lights came on, they saw the lion's broken tail and wailing desperately.

"What's going on?" the king rubbed his eyes, the sudden light making his fragile eyes uncomfortable.

The lion-headed snake was instantly disoriented by the light, and it slammed in all directions in a rage, its huge body constantly hitting the stands, blood bursting from its broken tail, and leaving a terrible blood red on the stone walls and sand of the gladiatorial arena.

The spectators sitting in the front row felt threatened and screamed and rushed to the back row, and 100,000 people crowded into the tall and small places, watching the crazy lion-headed snake, and followed with a desperate roar.

And at Ye Mu's feet, there was a blood-red thin knife inserted, the blade of which was like a sword. Looking ahead, there was a severed snake tail, which seemed to still be alive and writhing in the sand, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

"He cut off the monster's tail!" someone shouted.

"God-given warrior!" followed with a deafening roar.

"I threw his knife over!" someone in the audience saw the thin knife at the foot of the Wind Child, and suddenly remembered that he had thrown the weapon when he had just made a fuss, and immediately shouted.

"Fart, you threw a hammer and it's still lying there! I threw that knife!" the man next to him yelled.

So everyone's attention immediately fell from the battle to the body of the sword, and everyone who threw the weapon was arguing whose weapon the "God-given warrior" used, and finally disagreed, and there was a small fight on the audience.

"Hahaha, that's interesting, you see those fools fighting on their own. The king clapped his hands and laughed, for him, the more battles the better, and this time it was worth watching two performances at the same time.

The Wind Son in the stadium slowly pulled out the blood-red thin knife, and the scene suddenly fell silent, and the spectators in the stands spontaneously harmonized, and they all held their breath. The world seems to be left with only a **** man with a sword and a crazy beast with a broken tail.

"Seven inches ...... stabbing it," the Son of the Wind muttered as he looked up at the rampaging lion-headed serpent, "It's easy to say, but you can't get close to it." ”

So the Son of the Wind flew, a pair of milky white transparent wings stretched out behind him. The audience exclaimed, they didn't know that the boy in the gladiatorial arena actually had a pair of wings.

"Ahh

"Magic melts into the wind, turning the wind into wings, and it is a talent that is difficult for ordinary people to do. Dharma God explained.

The king's miscalculation did not affect his mood, he stood up, leaned against the guardrail of the stands, and shouted, "Kill the monster!"

The prince also became excited, and simply climbed directly onto the guardrail, stood on top of the guardrail, and shouted: "God give the hero!

The king, robbed of the limelight, squinted at his son, turned his head in displeasure and gestured to the head of the Order, who stepped up and carried the prince back to his seat.

The Wind Child's mood in the arena was much better, at least he saw hope of defeating the Monster. He began to concentrate on finding the lion's flaws, and the sound of the tsunami in his ears disappeared. Although the lion-headed snake has gone berserk, every time it twists its body, it will not expose the seven inches of the snake's body, which may be the body's instinctive reaction brought about by long-term survival.

"What should I do?" the Wind Child was a little helpless, and the Lion's eyes seemed to gradually adjust to the bright light, and it could vaguely see the direction of the Wind Child, and began to charge selectively.

The Wind Child's magic power is gradually depleted, and if it continues like this, it will not last long in the air and will fall back to the ground. If it falls to the ground, not only will it not be able to accurately hit the seven inches of the lion-headed snake, but there is a danger of being killed directly. He looked up at the sky, thinking if there was a chance to flee directly, but thinking of the white dove's previous words, God gave the gladiatorial arena, and every time he fled, he would die, so he cut off the idea of escaping.

Just as the hope of the Wind Child is once again dashed, an inconspicuous bird suddenly and strangely appears in front of the Wind Child. The Son of the Wind was taken aback, and the bird seemed to be frightened and flapped its wings. It didn't matter, the lion-headed snake keenly caught a creature fleeing, so without hesitation, jumped up and swallowed the bird in one gulp. It must have mistaken the bird for the Son of the Wind, and this time it did not hold back, and its half-cut tail stretched out and passed in front of the Son of the Wind.

"That's what fate is!" the Son of the Wind sighed at his fate, and he saw the seven inches of the lion-headed serpent, rushed forward, and stabbed it fiercely.

Hearing only the sound of the "bell", the wrist of the son of the wind was numb, the thin knife was shocked and flew out, the lion-headed snake shook its tail violently, and threw the knife into the sky, and the thin knife disappeared into the vast night, and I don't know how far it flew.

"My grass!" the Son of the Wind burst into a foul mouth, he didn't expect that there was a sturdy snake scale growing seven inches from the lion's head, and the sword only cut off the scales, but failed to pierce it.

"Damn, it's a loss. The Son of the Wind picked up the plate-sized snake scales in front of him, and his heart was surging.

"He's cut off seven inches!" cheered someone in the audience.

The audience boiled again, and the crowd shouted in unison, and they saw the Son of the Wind holding the snake scales in a daze, thinking that he was showing off, and some of them whistled happily. In the eyes of others, the next step in cutting off the seven-inch scales is to slaughter the lion's head, but in the eyes of the Wind Child, the next step is to be in a daze.

"Is that the Lion's Seven-inch Scale?" the King stared intently at the scales in the Wind Child's hand.

"Exactly, the king has studied this too?" the god of law raised an eyebrow.

"It is said to be an essential material for the love of ice and fire in the holy clothes. The king looked at the god of law.

"That's right, that's fire. Why, the king is interested? After the contest is over, I'll pay tribute to the Blood City. ”

"So...... Very good. The king smiled, showing his neat white teeth.

In the eyes of the audience, this battle is nearing the end, and they are happy, but in the eyes of the Wind Child, the battle is indeed nearing the end, and it is he who has to be sacrificed.

During the time of fighting with the lion-headed snake, the son of the wind had long found that its scale armor was indestructible, and ordinary weapons could not shake it at all, but fortunately, a strange woman threw an unknown divine weapon in, and now it was even knocked away, and life was suddenly difficult.

But that's not the worst news, the worst news is that the Wind Child has run out of mana and can't fly anymore.

"I didn't expect the man like the wind to have today. The Son of the Wind did not forget to boast when he laughed at himself, blowing is the strongest spiritual sustenance that he can live until now.

But in the current situation, it is obvious that it is useless to blow up.

So the son of the wind sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and recuperated, and life and death were up to the sky.

On the other side of the gladiatorial arena, the lion-headed snake also stabilized, it was injured by seven inches, and it no longer had any madness, and it was honestly coiled on the sand. The strenuous exercise had caused it to lose too much blood, and half of its tail began to twitch.

"Why are you all sitting down again?" said the king, staring at the Colosseum helplessly.

"It's the second half after halftime, and there's extra time at the end of the second half! Father, you really don't understand!" the prince looked at his father with disdain.

The king turned his head to look at the prince and scolded in spite of his majesty: "Do you need a break in the damn fight?"

Before the king could finish speaking, the lion-headed could no longer sit still, and he let out a wail and began to open his mouth vigorously.

"Okay, okay, the monster is going to look like a monster, and this time I know, he's going to breathe fire again!" the king explained to the royal family beside him.

This time he guessed correctly, the lion-headed snake's mouth spewed flames again, but it no longer had its previous momentum, and the flames that spewed out were no longer high-density golden flowing fire beams, but patches of red flames, and the flames did not go straight into the sky, but fell around the lion-headed snake.

"What is he doing?" the king was puzzled, and craned his neck to watch.

The crowd in the audience fell silent, and they approached from the top to find out what the lion-headed was up to.

"It committed suicide. Fashen said lightly.

"Suicide?"

"Yes, the lion-headed snake has lost too much blood, its strength has been exhausted, and it has suffered another heavy blow in the seven inches, and it already knows its fate. ”

"Monsters kill themselves, too?"

"He is a powerful demonic beast, and a powerful demonic beast will not be humiliated and die, it has exhausted all its strength to fight, and committed suicide in order to maintain its last dignity. ”

The king frowned, stood up, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect a demonic beast, but it has the style of my royal knights, which is respectable." It was a great battle. ”

In the gladiatorial arena, the lion-headed snake sat solemnly in the sand, and the flames beside it could not penetrate its scales, but burned to its seven inches. The flames burned through the flesh of the seven-inch snake, gradually tearing the lion-headed snake into an empty shell.

There were sighs from the stands, followed by thunderous applause, whether for the lion-headed or for the sons of the wind.

The Son of the Wind heard the applause, opened his eyes, and met the eyes of the lion-headed serpent, whose eyes had lost their green luster, as if at the last moment of its life, his gaze passed through the dazzling lights and saw the Son of the Wind.

In the next second, the empty shell made of scales fell to the ground.

Suddenly the Son of the Wind heard a loud song, the song was long and far-reaching, solemn and desolate, and 100,000 people sang loudly, so that the king could not help but be moved.

"What a devil's elegy. ”